Inside the Underground City of the Arctic Wasteland.
Aigulie and the other higher-ups of the Ancient God Race were holding a grand celebration with Lu Yang. In four border regions and forty-nine main cities, Aigulie and the others had spent three months killing fifty-one Main Gods, over two thousand High Gods, several million Middle Gods, and tens of millions of Lower Gods and demigods.
The Source Soul Crystals they had seized had already raised seventy thousand clansmen to Lower God Tier. Aigulie had kept the remaining Middle God Tier and High God Tier Source Soul Crystals, enough to create another two Main Gods.
More important than the equipment were the weapons, armor, and magical treasures plundered from the Divine Realm. There were more than seventy Main God Tier weapons alone, along with over seventy sets of Main God Tier armor.
There were over thirty million sets of High God Tier and lower weapons and equipment, as well as several million magical treasures of various grades.
Thirty-seven merchants, including Ma Hui, Holy Cloud, and Futeng, had been designated by Lu Yang as their primary trading partners. Some of those merchants had already gathered substantial funds and were rushing over to trade with him.
"My brother." Aigulie draped an arm around Lu Yang's shoulder and asked, "What do you think the God Kings on Four God Star will do once they learn about this?"
Aiguda laughed. "Back when we were hiding underground, they didn't dare come down here to kill us. What can they do now? Just endure it."
Karim, Shilihua, and the others burst into laughter. They also did not believe the gods of Four God Star would dare enter the underground and fight them to the death.
Lu Yang merely smiled without speaking. He celebrated to his heart's content with